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A shrunken fight for survival against blissful humans, animals and one vengeful scientist!
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Chapter #5

Lake of Fire

    by: Unaccustomed Cucumber
You run as fast as you can to the bathroom wall beneath the urinal. Here, safe from the downpour of piss droplets outside, you look for anything you can use to get to higher ground. As you see the trucker's boots turn away and walk past the sink to the door, you spot a dark patch of gum stuck to the ground where he was standing. You make your way back over to it and rip out two sticky wads of the substance. You return to the wall and much to your luck, the wads of gum suction you to its surface! Like Spiderman you crawl up the bathroom wall, watching as men and women come and go to do their business. Eventually, you reach the top of the urinal and leap onto the tacky porcelain surface. Dotted by splotches of more dried urine and a helping of loose pubic hairs you try not to vomit as you make your way to the edge. Peering into the vast sea below you see a urinal cake floating amongst a sea of dark yellow liquid. The sight is sickening, especially at your size. You crouch next to a dark pube and wait for the next person to enter the stall, praying it's a man.

No dice, the door swings open, and in walks the living breathing personification of a Karen headed straight to the stall door. The sound of pee hitting water echoes throughout the room making you regret everything leading up to this moment. You start to feel quite strange and before you know it, you begin to shrink to a fraction of your previous size. The pube behind you could now easily crush you beneath it if it were to roll over and the splotches of dried urine now looked more like giant toxic bogs. You couldn't be more than a millimeter tall now and any hope of being saved had been flushed down the toilet. As if the world was mocking your predicament, Karen leaves the room and in walks the lanky dark-haired teen you saw outside. He strides up to the urinal and unbuckles his belt. You jump up in down, wave your arms, and scream with all your might but the noise is instantly drowned out by the explosive noise of the stream cascading below. The only way he'd ever see you is though the handle to flush and even that was a stretch as hardly anyone touched it anyway. Close and closer you get to the moldy, metal lever until you hear the stream come to a stop and the closing of a giant zipper. You can't believe your luck, the boy's hand reaches for the metal, and you're saved!

The hand presses down onto the handle and as it pulls away, the boy's fingertips collide with your small frame and drag you closer and closer to the edge until the inevitable happens. You run out of ground and are sent falling miles downward into the vast, twirling sea below. You splash into the yellow water hundreds of meters below the surface. Desperately kicking and flailing your arms you try your best to break free until finally, your head pops out over the water. You swim towards the continental urinal cake and climb aboard. You're hardly given any time to rest as the next man enters the bathroom. There was a line outside and you would be given no room to breathe and no mercy from these travelers. The older-looking man steps up to the urinal and lowers his monstrous penis over you. A sight you had been avoiding this whole time was now your living reality. A torrent of pee erupts from the penis head and smashes into the porcelain wall behind you. The waterfall it creates flows smoothly into the ocean and it is not until he is almost done, does the stream begins to die down and hit the block you're on. A tidal wave of the hot, reeking liquid steamrolls over you sending your body to the other edge of the cake. You cough and sputter what little liquid that didn't force its way down your throat. Your first encounter was over with and you had survived, how many more could there be? The moment you rose to your feet, a well-fit man coated in sweat approached you in the same fashion as his stream impacts the way you notice something odd. The man is staring right at you!! You yell and wave your hands but are met with an evil smirk across his lips. Thinking you're an unfortunate bug, the man aims his deluge at you eager to drown the pest in his urinal. The wall of piss smashes into you, as gallons upon gallons of the stuff ruthlessly follow and hit and follow you for what feels like hours. The stream eventually corners you to the edge of the cake and with a satisfying last trickle of waste, the boy watches the last of the liquid knock you into the sea of filth below. Smiling at his handwork, the man turns and leaves. Such cruelty and relentlessness of the man had taken all your energy away from you, in a futile state, you could no longer pull yourself back up and were forced to endure the onslaught that lay ahead. The line of people grew shorter and shorter and as the last person zipped up their pants your body had completely given out, having drunk thousands of liters of piss and swimming for hours on end, your limp body sinks below the surface, and before long you start to drown...

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